Stop wiggling - you’ll move when I move you.

I like to make blank pages darker. It's this thing I do.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad Mommy had come to eat him up.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

What you seem to forget is that I'm not one of the embodiments of evil. I'm one of the embodiments of fear. That means I know what makes evil quake in the light of the sun.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams.